“Why, he raises evergreens for the market,” Miss Gordon revealed. “He has hundreds of Christmas trees on his land.”
At the entrance to the lane which wound in through the evergreens, Mr. Gordon drew rein. A track had not yet been broken through the deep snows ahead.
“I’ll leave the sled and horses here,” he announced. “Be back as soon as I’ve delivered the groceries.”
Grandfather Gordon tied Maude and Ginger to a tree and unloaded the three sacks from the sled.
“Let me go with you and help carry them,” offered Connie quickly.
“I’ll carry a sack too,” offered Jane.
“The snow is deep,” Grandfather Gordon warned. “Think you can make it?”
Connie and Jane were certain they could. They buckled up their galoshes and leaped out of the sled, eager to help.
Grandfather Gordon handed each of the girls a light sack of groceries. He carried the heavy one himself and went ahead to break a trail.
Connie and Jane hadn’t realized before how difficult it was to walk in deep snow. Their galoshes cracked through the crusty surface and down they sank almost to their knees. Soon they were puffing and gasping and wondering how they could keep up.